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"Marie, what the fuck is this?" The redhead said as she held up a pair of cornflower blue calf length boots.

"Oh, I think those were something your mother and Iris sent over." The now quite pregnant blonde replied. "I assumed it was just an outfit you had forgotten to pack. So I polished all of it while you were out and put both outfits in with the rest of your leathers."

"Why would I own a pair of pony boots?"

"Two pairs."

"Right, why would I own two pairs of pony boots?"

"They could be work-wear, like your latex."

Mint raised a finger to protest, before thinking the better of it and putting it back down and taking that hand to her chin. "I can't dispute that, but I wasn't a pony."

"Then whose are they?"

"Hey, Marie." A third woman said, ducking in from the hallway. "Did Mint get any big packages today? Like one that smelled a lot like leather?"

"Yes, and I polished all of it and put it in her closet."

"Oh, great. Thank you."

"Honesty, what did you do?" Mint said, holding the boots angrily at the much larger woman.

"It was a surprise for everyone, and you know how my Mistress has been about checking my mail, so I put Mint down for shipping." She said.

"You got me pony gear?"

"I ordered a full set of tack for both of you." Honesty said. "I'd say they're matching, but you're the same size."

"Why would you do that?"

"Mistress decided that spending all that money on a halloween costume she made me wear wasn't a good investment if I didn't use it, so she wants me to try out racing. She also told me she wouldn't ask me to do anything she wouldn't do herself, and was complaining that the two of you hadn't gotten to do any bonding activities together." Honesty replied. "So I called up the guy who owns the track, and asked if we could also borrow a cart to train a team of volunteer ponies."

"This is about the rack isn't it?" Marie said.

"No, I'm not mad about that." Honesty said dismissively, "It's because it's the year of the horse."

"So everyone is getting in on it?" Mint said, trying to follow along. "But then why didn't you get Marie a set?"

"Pregnant, remember." The blonde said.

"She's going to learn to drive instead."

"This is a terrible idea." Mint replied. "I'm not doing it."

"Steven did get into that horse gacha recently." Honesty said, dangling the information like bait.

Mint sighed.

~

One of the nicer things of dealing with Rebecca, as the other three girls had all come to realize, was that she was actually pretty easy to distract or mislead when you needed to. All it really took this time was Marie wearing a cute top that showed off her belly and complaining about sore shoulders and a half-asleep Rebecca didn't even notice Honesty and Mint loading an extra pair of bags in the back of the station wagon. Steven, the sole man in the group and their collective lover, didn't say anything either.

Really, Rebecca didn't notice anything strange until Honesty and Mint grabbed her in the locker room at the Human Equestrian Center in Thonontosassa, and stripped her down.

"Wait, what's going on, I'm just supposed to be a jockey today!" Rebecca squawked as the shorter of the two assailants tossed her shoes aside before getting to work on everything else below the waist.

It was only when Mint pulled out the pony boots that Rebecca understood the situation.

"Honesty, I'm sorry I made you do this, but please I'm not strong enough to pull you, please don't make me try." Rebecca wailed.

Still holding both of Rebecca's hands in place with one of her own, Honesty reached down with her free hand to stroke the shorter girl's face. "Don't worry Mistress, you'll be on a team with Mint." She said, "Really, you should count your lucky stars that the two of you are such a well matched pair."

Rebecca whimpered.

"Oh don't be like that, Marie will be the one driving today, and I'm sure Master Steven would love to give you a reward after this."

Right then Mint tightened the laces on her second boot. "After I get her hobbled, do you want to do the harness or hooves?"

"Hooves?" Honesty said non-committally, "I'll get the bridle."

The muffled protests and gagging noises Rebecca made when Honesty shoved the bit into her mouth and secured her bridle did eventually summon a concerned staff member, only to be met by a prepared Honesty.

"Mistress, you told me you wanted to do this for your boyfriend, so how do you think he'll react if you pull out now? Just hold still and everything will be over soon." Honesty said as the shorter girl tried to stamp out her safeword on the ground.

After the door closed again, Honesty looked over and saw that the coast was clear. "Mistress, you're the one who said you wanted to do something with Mint. Now stop struggling and once I have the bridle on, I can take your bit out. Keep struggling and I'll leave it in."

At that point Rebecca just gave up and sulked.

"That's my girl." Honesty replied. "Ochre Lips, you're gonna be the cutest pony once I get you all dressed up."

The harness was what spooked Rebecca properly. Yes, she had been stripped naked and restrained in a pile of fetish gear, but that was nothing unusual. The prospect of a buttplug with a tail was frankly something normal for her at this point.

But the prospect of being out in public, on a track, with nothing hidden? Absolutely mortifying.

Then Mint popped a vibrating egg in under the harness and Ochre Lips blushed into a whole new shade of red Honesty hadn't seen before. It took a lot of Honesty's self control to resist either hugging her poor mistress or tormenting her further, but she succeeded.

It helped that the blue leather popped wonderfully on Ochre Lips' olive skin, and naturally drew the eye to her exposed breasts, and gave the ensemble more of a dignified and classic look in Honesty's opinion than her own black and red tack, especially when paired with Mint's identical set. Rebecca, on the other hand, was barely mollified by the tack being in her favorite color.

Honesty suited herself up for the most part, only really needing Mint to tighten a strap here or there, but modern competition tack was pretty easy to get in and out of compared to the more traditional leathers the other two were in, a benefit of everything being spandex, nylon or some kind of aramid. The gloves obviously required someone else to secure them, so they had to wait until Mint was finished, and all three of them were outside before Honesty and Mint could finish their transformations into Ochre Amazon and Jupiter Turk.

Which wasn't a particularly impressive outside. For all the jokes about pony play being a field where dentists and bankers would casually drop a million dollars, the whole environment looked way more like Honesty and Rebecca's High School track field than they'd want to admit. Right down to the whistle on one of the women in front of them.

Both of the trainers were definitely ponies themselves, judging by their height and shoes, but unlike their guests, were actually clothed in running gear. Steven was using that as a reprieve, as seeing the three girls in tack but otherwise completely exposed was very stimulating. Marie, who still didn't quite get the idea of modesty or propriety was under no such compunctions, and was checking the three ponies' tack and muttering things about if this was going to be the thing that got her girls some sisters.

"So, are these three yours, sir?" The older of the two trainers, the one in the bun, asked Steven.

"Yes." Steven replied awkwardly, not sure if he should be accurate, or just say the simple option. Or even where he should look.

"Great, so I'm Highland Echo, and I'll be giving Ochre Amazon a track day experience," Bun said, while looking at a clipboard, "and my colleague Silver Rose is going to give Ochre Lips and Jupiter Turk their cart team day."

Silver Rose waved.

"So are those horse names?" Steven asked awkwardly, as the three girls waited patiently, or in Rebecca's case, wandered around trying to get used to wearing such tall heels.

"I'll be taking Mint and Rebecca, and Echo will be taking Honesty." Silver Rose said. "It's customary with volunteers to give them a pony name for training to help build the role, and those were the names that they put down on the form."

Steven nodded.

"Anyway, Ochre Amazon has the shorter session, so if you'd like to come back around lunch she'll be done, but Ochre Lips and Jupiter Turk's actual cart session will be this afternoon if you're going to be driving their team." Highland Echo said. "You're welcome to watch the training, but you don't have to hang around for it."

"I'll keep that in mind." He said, before turning to the girls.

Honesty was standoffish enough that Steven didn't really bother with anything special, but Rebecca and Mint both got a hug and some words of encouragement before Steven had to leave, and the training began.

As soon as he was gone, Echo's attitude changed. "Alright cunts, here's the rules. While you're here, you're ponies, not people, and we will treat you like it. You will not speak, and we will correct that like we will your poor posture and gait. If you want to use your safeword, it is stomping your left hoof three times. We will stop, and if you want to end the day, your session will not be refunded. Try it out now."

All three stomped their feet.

"Good. Other rules are to listen to your instructors at all times, and do not attempt to cover yourselves. You are not people, your modesty is not our problem, and trying to cover your tits could cause you to lose balance and fall. So don't."

And with that the girls were split up.

Jupiter Turk and Ochre Lips started the day by being led around a bit, and then put on a walker so Silver Rose could fix their gaits.

Being led around in heels and bondage gear wasn't that unusual for Jupiter Turk, and the nudity wasn't anything special either, so she adapted pretty well. Ochre Lips on the other hand was hesitant enough because of it that she was frequently struck with the switch, or hurried along as Jupiter Turk cackled behind her gag.

But still Ochre Lips persisted, and eventually shaped up to be something like a good pony, actually once getting an apple slice during a water break.

While she was hand feeding Ochre Lips, Rose did eventually have to break character. "Are you two even really into this? Lips is like the least enthusiastic volunteer pony I've ever seen."

Ochre Lips, who now knew better than to talk and risk losing apple slices, snorted irritably.

Jupiter Turk on the other hand gave a full body shrug and an attempt at a neigh. Mint knew this sucked, but she'd seen her master's eyes earlier, and was looking forward to the results of her hard work.

"Oh, it's for a guy. Got it." Rose said.

Jupiter Turk neighed.

"Anyway, it's team work after this, so we're gonna put you two on the big treadmill. It'll be fun." Rose said.

Calling it the big treadmill was an understatement. It was at least ten feet wide, wider and longer than either of the beds on Steven's side of the condo, absolutely filling the room it was in, with barely enough space on either side for the operator or equipment storage. Jupiter Turk and Ochre Lips, being a full foot shorter than the actual ponies who it was designed for, fit on it just fine.

Once both had been secured to the treadmill, using lines run from it to their harnesses and bridles, Silver Rose turned the treadmill and a metronome on.

Ochre Lips had been a swimmer previously, and she had no problem finding the point of the exercise, quickly matching her pace to the beat of the metronome and settling into a trot once the treadmill came up to speed.

Jupiter Turk didn't have nearly as much experience keeping to a set pace, and struggled to keep up, stumbling a bit in her boots as she was still adjusting to the height of the heel.

"Turk, you have to keep up with Lips or you're going to fall." Silver Rose shouted as she brandished a riding crop where the redhead could see it.

That spooked Jupiter Turk, and she started to stumble more. Lips noticed, and slowed down to a walk to match Turk's pace instead of the metronome, and Rose obliged by slowing the treadmill.

Eventually after many attempts at neighing and whinnying encouragement by Ochre Lips, Jupiter Turk finally managed to work her way up to a trot and the two could reach their initial goal.

Just in time to see Ochre Amazon casually trot around the track followed by her trainer before breaking into a gallop and disappearing from sight in a second.

After Silver Rose was satisfied the two could trot together, mostly from Ochre Lips matching the less talented pony's pace, they broke for lunch.

By that point Steven and Marie had returned, and were checking on the three ponies while getting a report on Ochre Amazon's session. This was mostly a conversation Ochre Lips and Jupiter Turk were too distracted to follow. Lips, because Marie was busy passing the time by playing with the vibrating egg she had forgotten was inside her, and Turk was too busy trying to show off, prancing excitedly in place and flicking her mane around to try and get the boy's attention.

Not that Steven didn't notice, but he was trying to focus on what Highland Echo was saying and what Ochre Amazon was doing as courtesy demanded. Still, once the conversation was done, Jupiter Turk got a caress on her flank, a carrot, and a promise of more to come tonight for her trouble.

Marie on the other hand still wasn't bored with the remote in her hand, and was cackling while watching Ochre Lips squirm. Naturally, since Ochre Lips couldn't bring herself to kick a pregnant woman, that meant Steven got the annoyed kick in the shin instead.

Lunch for the two remaining ponies, as befit the whole pony experience billing, was pony feed and an electrolyte drink.

"Y'all are lucky," Silver Rose said, as she tied the Ponies off to their feeders, "The stuff we drank didn't taste half as good as this."

It took Ochre Lips a moment to put together that the drink they got was just regular glucolyte, albeit Coconut, instead of the Cucumber Lime Marie usually drank, or the Blue Glucolyte she had lived off in high school. She was sad Ochre Amazon missed out on that, because that was Honesty's favorite flavor.

Jupiter Turk, on the other hand assumed the alternative was unflavored, and she really would've rather had that. Still, the feed wasn't the worst thing she'd eaten that year. Like combining unflavored oatmeal, brown rice, lentils, hardboiled egg and some vegetables into slop was terrible, but it was better than a smoker she'd sucked off before finally leaving the resort, or her attempt at making chili last week. Ochre Lips would later even comment that the feed even looked more like Chili than her attempt had.

Still both girls ate less than had been portioned out, both because it was unappetizing and because they didn't really get how to eat without hands.

Ochre Lips eventually just gave up, slammed her face into her feeder and started scooping it up with her mouth before swallowing it with only perfunctory attempts at chewing. Jupiter Turk, glancing over as much as she could, decided she wasn't that desperate, and went back to attempting to slurp the concoction instead.

Then Ochre Amazon, no, Honesty, had to come by to check on them now that she was dressed.

"So, having fun?" The taller woman said, in between bites of her sandwich. "Rose said you two are actually working well as a team."

Jupiter Turk just glared at Honesty.

"Oh don't give me that." Honesty replied with a smirk. "I saw you prancing around for Master Steven's attention earlier. You know he's into it, and that means you're into it now too aren't you? You two are definitely going to umapyoi tonight."

Jupiter Turk just fumed as she returned to drinking. Honesty was almost right, but she really didn't want to let the taller woman have this.

"As for you Mistress, you're umazing! Rose even said that if you were my size she'd think you were an actual pony." Honesty said, genuinely congratulating her lover even as she taunted her with a tasty looking pastrami sandwich. "If your back holds up, maybe you could do this on the weekends instead of swimming. Apparently it even helps with the attention stuff."

Ochre Lips wasn't sure how to take that. Still, the sandwich was more tempting. "Did we even have Pastrami? You told me we were out yesterday?" Rebecca said. "I want a bite!"

"Mistress, ponies don't talk." Honesty said, "but we'll just have to let this pass."

Ochre Lips snorted indignantly.

"Steven got me lunch because apparently my session is the only one they offer that doesn't include a meal. Also, Highland Echo was very clear that you're not supposed to give people food to Ponies, because it might upset their stomachs." Honesty said, smiling. "And this is a pretty heavy sandwich. Wouldn't want you ruining your time on the cart after all, you'd umapyoi all over the track."

"Honesty when we get home, I'm taking your dresses for a week!" Rebecca yelled indignantly at her departing maid. "Do you hear me? A week!"

"Lips, what did I say about talking?" Silver Rose said as she left the bathroom.

Several swats on the rear and a quick face washing later, Ochre Rose and Jupiter Turk were hitched to a cart as Silver Rose instructed Marie on how to drive a team of pony girls.

"Alright Marie, so as I said, when you're giving a command with the reins you need to also say it." Rose said, "Now how do we go right?"

"Gee." The much shorter blonde responded automatically.

"And left?"

"Haw."

"And to slow down?"

"Whoa or Easy, as I pull back on the reins, but not too fast, because the cart can run them over." Marie said, as she pulled back on the reins for emphasis, tugging Jupiter Turk and Ochre Lips' heads back slightly.

"Perfect, now are you ready to try driving?"

"Yes ma'am." Marie responded.

"Perfect, I'll be keeping pace if you need anything." Rose said, before stepping off the cart.

"Walk." Marie commanded from her seat as she snapped the reins.

The two ponies complied, and within a minute were taking the cart around the track at a gentle pace while Marie got the hang of steering.

But once she was comfortable, Marie needed to pick up the pace. "Trot."

Ochre Lips and Jupiter Turk picked up the pace, settling in at Turk's comfortable trot, which was as fast as the two would be allowed to go today, and with only a little difficulty, managed to pull the cart around the bend and on to the other straight.

Which is right about where Rebecca noticed that Steven and Honesty were standing next to two other figures. One of which looked like Steven's sister judging by her hat. The other was probably Tokay, his sister's pet video editor and camerawoman, judging from the tripod, camera, and annoyed body language.

Needless to say, Ochre Lips, remembering that she was in fact completely naked but for a harness, missed a step or two before recovering. Jupiter Turk, too focused on her pace, didn't even notice the camera crew.

Turk did notice them on the second lap, but didn't particularly care. She'd ask for a copy later, but she had other things to focus on now.

Eventually though, the ponies ran out of steam after three laps of the track, and Marie drove the team back to the paddock, where Jupiter Turk and Ochre Lips could be watered and unhitched as their day as ponies finally ended.

Unfortunately, Fate and a pair of dominants intervened.

Ochre Lips was ambivalent about being a pony, she had wanted one as a child, but never wanted to be one. Certainly, she had never imagined she'd be bent over a rail, tail tied to her tack, with her hooves hanging from the ceiling while being a pony either. But when HaShem loves irony, and gives you a submissive streak a mile wide things happen and you are into them.